In the depths of the Remnant Leaf Mountains, the sky and ancient trees cover the sky and the sun, the light is very dim, and the damp and mildew breath floats in the air, which is very pungent!

The house slaves of the Yang family held butter torches in one hand and their respective weapons in the other, staring at the black wind surging above their heads!

At this time, there was a sudden "bang" in the black wind, and Yang Sanlang flew out of the thick black wind, his chest suddenly had a small blood hole with a fist, his face was pale, and there was no trace of vitality!

"Third Master!"

The slaves of the Yang family were all panicked, and after Yang Sanlang died, they completely lost their backbone and fled in all directions!

Yang Sanlang's body fell into a swamp and slowly sank into it, and at this time, no one noticed that the blood flowing from his chest was sucked away by the swamp. www.biquge.info When the corpse was completely submerged in the swamp, the temperature of this forest dropped suddenly!

"Run?" Mo Wuchen's voice came from the Black Wind: "Do you think you can escape my killing Black Wind?"

At this time, the body of a leading domestic slave trembled suddenly, and he said with a frightened face: "How can you be willing to let us go? It is the order of the head of the Yang family to exterminate and kill the Tiger Gang, and we are just the lackeys of the Yang family, and we are subject to others, so we have to do it as a last resort! I hope that your lord can let us go in large quantities, and we promise not to work for the Yang family again!"

"Really?" Mo Wuchen pondered for a moment, then threw out a storage bag from the black wind, threw it to the man, and then said, "You put all the weapons, magic weapons, or valuable belongings on your body into this storage bag, and I will consider letting you go!"

"Okay!" The man picked up the storage bag on the ground, and stuffed the high-level spirit sword in his hand and the silver ticket on his body into it.

This storage bag was obtained by Mo Wuchen from Yang Sanlang, and the space inside was more than 100 square meters. In order to survive, the rest of the Yang family slaves stuffed their weapons and magic weapons and silver tickets into them.

Before this, Mo Wuchen had already swept the body of every house slave with his divine thoughts, and he knew who hid a weapon or a silver ticket privately.

After everyone put all the weapons and magic weapons into the storage bag, a golden light suddenly burst out from the killing black wind, and more than a dozen pale blue fist shadows instantly locked on a few house slaves who were secretly hiding silver tickets and weapons!

"Bang bang!" After dozens of loud sounds, the heads of those people were blasted by the pale blue fist shadow, and they lost their lives in an instant. The rest of the people secretly congratulated themselves in their hearts that they didn't have a secret like those people!

"I don't want to kill innocents indiscriminately, this is my grudge with the Yang family! You remember what I said today, if anyone dares to continue to work for the Yang family, I don't mind letting you experience the feeling of your head being blasted by a fist!"

"Understood!

The rest of the crowd ran towards the outskirts of the Remnant Leaf Mountains.

At this time, a mutation sprung up! Suddenly there was a muffled sound of "boom" in this dim forest. More than a dozen swamps instantly seemed to be boiled by hot water, and bubbles the size of fists kept bubbling!

"Roar!"

A sound like the roar of a wild beast came from the swamps! This roar shook the heavens and the earth, and it actually had the power to shock the heart! Even Mo Wuchen was affected by this roar, and he almost lost his spiritual platform and lost himself!

Fortunately, at this time, the strange treasure beacon fire order in the sea of Mo Forgetchen's knowledge suddenly lit up and released a golden light, and then he recovered his mind! Their arms drooped, their eyes glazed over, and they were already walking corpses!

Don't forget the dust and be surprised!

"What is it that makes such a roar so powerful?"

Mo Wuchen didn't have time to think about it, and more than a dozen zombies with white hair and a foul smell jumped out of the dozen or so swamps!

"Roar, roar!" the green-haired stiffs pulled at their throats and let out a loud roar, revealing their fangs that glowed black!

"White-haired zombies, I can't imagine that this thing will appear in this Remnant Leaf Mountain Range?" Zi Xuan in the Eight Desolation Immortal Pot was surprised when he saw these zombies.

Zombies are ghosts born of the obscure aura of heaven and earth, and their bodies are comparable to gold and iron, and they are very hard! The roar can even shock the soul of a warrior and make him lose his consciousness!

The fur color of the ten-year zombie is black, the hundred-year-old zombie fur color is green, the thousand-year-old is white, and the thousand-year-old is purple! That is, the dozen or so white-haired zombies in front of Mo Wuchen have all been cultivated for thousands of years and have opened the existence of spiritual intelligence, and their flesh is as hard as an ordinary earth-level high-level spiritual weapon!

"What should I do, do you want to run?" Mo Wangchen asked Zixuan.

"Run, why run? Although these white-haired zombies are extremely powerful, their movements are very slow, and besides, the roars they make can't affect you at all!" Zi Xuan said with a smile: "This white-haired zombie has been cultivated for thousands of years, and it will produce a corpse bead in its head, which is a good treasure for refining the body! They have rough skin and thick flesh, isn't it just right for you to hone your martial arts?"

After listening to Zixuan's words, Mo Wuchen couldn't help but start to be moved, he hurriedly put away the Killing Black Wind and the Eight Desolation Immortal Pots, jumped into the white-haired zombie group, and used the "Wave Splitting Fist" to fight them hand-to-hand!

"Bell! bell!"

Mo Wuchen's fist struck out in a row, smashing on Bai Mao's body, making such a sound like gold and iron clashing! You must know that Mo Wuchen's right arm is comparable to the existence of an earth-level intermediate spiritual weapon, but when it smashed on Bai Maozhuang's body, he actually felt pain!

"Good fellow, since this white-haired stiff hair is harder than the tip of the star-breaking arrow!"

However, it was precisely this that greatly stimulated Mo Wuchen's fighting spirit! He began to slowly recall the records in his mind about the later layers of "Fishing Toad"!

"Sanpin Fishing Toad Strength!" Mo Wuchen thought of the third golden toad picture, he shouted violently, and suddenly punched out.

"Bang dang!"

Mo Wuchen's power, which displayed the strength of the three-grade fishing toad, suddenly exploded, and he actually smashed the tall white-haired zombie in front of him and flew out upside down!

"Sure enough, this "Fishing Toad Strength" is a set of exercises suitable for gods and demons to use in body refining martial artists! The strength of my punch is as much as 10,000 catties!" Mo Wuchen was overjoyed!